This is me, fighting with organs.

I have been completely out of touch with the world for the past week or so as I have been undercover to research NHS care (which I believe sounds better then I was ill and stuck in hospital for the last week or so). I am still to ill to do very much but I have begun catching up on the important things, mostly eating food that does not taste like cardboard and watching being human. It is not time to catch up on revision. damn revision. My plan is to spend all of today memorizing the bones, joints and muscles of the lower limb, tomorrow I can finish accumulating my papers for aging course work and finalize my outline, then on Wednesday I can just dive into my cancer text book and learn everything. Oh god, this is overwhelming.

Things I have learned about the NHS

1. Because they see so many patients they are a bit over eager to diagnose based solely on symptoms and send you home.
2. You don't actually see the same doctor more then once, which means every 7 hours you have a new opinion and new diagnosis.
3. Day nurses are much nicer then night nurses.
4. Male nurses wear too much make up and will judge you based on the Pjs your friends were kind enough to drop off but which my not actually fit very well. 
5. DCU is essentially purgatory and they keep the lights on 24 hours so you can ponder what you have done to deserve such a punishment and perhaps upon realizing your sins, be admitted into a real ward. 
6. Bring your own cinnamon.

My friends were all lovely enough to sit with me for hours on end while i stared into space in my drugged state, and Tom was even kind enough to shuttle me to all my appointments and supply me with a constant supply of tea. Joey packed me a bag of all the essentials, including loo role (why she thought a hospital would not supply loo role i still don't know). Dave brought cinnamon which was surprisingly useful. Having visitors makes the experience significantly better, especially when they bring treats and resist the urge to fold you into your own bed. The upside to being in hospital is that my room was on the 8th floor overlooking the Themes with Big ben and parliament directly across. This view was absolutely incredible and my days consisted mostly of staring at it while listening to music, drinking tea and being pumped full of antibiotics.